Actually for me it brings back memories of working the crowd at tedious business cocktail parties I've attended there ... but I'm not really a party animal.
They are the last romantics, these candles; Upside down hearts of light tipping wax fingers, And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes, Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints. It is touching, the way they'll ignore
A whole family of prominent objects Simply to plumb the deeps of an eye In its hollow of shadows, its fringe of reeds, And the owner past thirty, no beauty at all. Daylight would be more judicious,
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which one??
I reckon the bloke in the foreground prominently displaying his long neck bottle!
Yeh! Well spotted.
He does have a deliciously wolfy leer, I agree. As this is Opera Bar, I think everyone there is on the make.
Actually for me it brings back memories of working the crowd at tedious business cocktail parties I've attended there ... but I'm not really a party animal.
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